Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

A phone suddenly slid across the floor and stopped right in front of him. Its screen lit up, displaying a photo of someone's face.

If Aspen, Andrew's loyal little servant, had been there, she definitely would have snapped, "How dare you! Who gave you the guts to sneak a photo of my master's devastatingly handsome face?"

Sure enough, the photo on the screen was of Andrew.

The man picked up the phone and asked in a low, gravelly voice, "Dead or alive?"

From the darkness, the High Oracle's faint laughter echoed. "If we can recruit him and make him ours, that would be the best outcome. But if not... crush his manhood and ask if he believes in our Sacred Order now."

The man asked again, "And if I crush it and he still doesn't believe it?"

The High Oracle's voice turned even colder. "Then snap his neck, or violate him brutally, whichever feels crueler. Be as vicious as you can. Use your judgment."

The man tightened his grip on the phone, grinned with a twisted smile, and turned to leave the hall. He pushed open the heavy doors, revealing a vast open sea outside.

Without hesitation, he dove straight into the ocean.

Another frigid morning swept over Serenity Villa. Out on the back lawn, training resumed as usual, but with a slight twist today.

behind his back and waved the other at Francesca. "Come

"Huh? Come at you? You mean like... in bed? Or

face twitched. "Seriously? Is your

her thoughts and charged in with a

with one hand, his

suddenly jumped, aiming a knee strike straight at

struck her thigh with a

her leg, and dropped hard toward

but cheer, shifting his body sideways just in time to

not stop. Her elbow swung around, heading straight for his

moves, countering each other with skill. After over a hundred exchanges, Francesca was panting, clearly running

showed no signs of slowing down. Seizing a small opening, he flicked his fingers forward just two

she had been stung, her hand trembling and turning red instantly. "What kind of strike was that?

She stared in awe.

his hand with a grin. "That's Inch-Force. Usually, only true masters can pull it off. But with your instincts, Fran, you could learn it now." Francesca nodded, eyes lighting up as

smoothly. Yet, when it came to actual fistwork,